A year of darkness now stretches behind Like a fever dream drenched in panic, upside down; There has been no waking. Days, weeks, months without end, it seems – time elongated and compressed in waves of news cycles and data points. Loss stacked upon loss, block upon block by A careless hand, the tower Teeters. We fear it will continue, even as We know, worse, it may not. Thoughts come and go, sometimes only In whispers While dread spirals deep in the pits of our stomachs. We are alone, each of us Inside four empty walls, a roof that covers But no longer protects. Our voices bounce against corners, echo back Distorted notions that strike us as truth. We squint through windows shrouded in dust Not art nor science nor word of gods can penetrate. Close your eyes; shout louder. Still there are things that ground me: A wisp of steam curling thin off hot coffee in the cold quiet morning; A glimpse of tree branches through my window, stretching up to open sky; The dog’s sleepy sigh, body
A year of darkness now stretches behind Like a fever dream drenched in panic, upside down; There has been no waking. Days, weeks, months without end, it seems – time elongated and compressed in waves of news cycles and data points. Loss stacked upon loss, block upon block by A careless hand, the tower Teeters. We fear it will continue, even as We know, worse, it may not. Thoughts come and go, sometimes only In whispers While dread spirals deep in the pits of our stomachs. We are alone, each of us Inside four empty walls, a roof that covers But no longer protects. Our voices bounce against corners, echo back Distorted notions that strike us as truth. We squint through windows shrouded in dust Not art nor science nor word of gods can penetrate. Close your eyes; shout louder. Still there are things that ground me: A wisp of steam curling thin off hot coffee in the cold quiet morning; A glimpse of tree branches through my window, stretching up to open sky; The dog’s sleepy sigh, body
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Pieces for the Mind and for the Art by HoremWeb, journal
Pieces for the Mind and for the Art
Hello, Everybody,
Spring is coming! On the Southern hemisphere, to be more specific, the Norhtern one must wait a bit more for the brand new and crispy fresh flower shots. Yet be prepared because all seasons have their beauty. Bla-bla-blah, I wanted to write you about something more important and this intro is rather lame :D Sorry. Brace yourself, the best part is near the other end of this lengthy journal ;)
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Monochrome Feature - Black and White Photography by FabulaPhoto, journal
Monochrome Feature - Black and White Photography
See the excellent collection of Black and White photos in ModernPhotographer (https://www.deviantart.com/modernphotographer)
Sometimes Black & White is just.... better!
Anyone can appreciate value defined by a price tag or a tidy showroom display. How much more inspiring to find beauty in the cluttered chaos of the mundane.
I myself have been many times discarded, overlooked, altogether unseen.
I am junk. I am the each and every ugly. I look for its redemption.